"I said: 'go bitch', so go." She thrusts me away and I stagger to my feet. I feel degraded, betrayed by my lust, shamed by my desire. I feel the inten...e heat of my own pleasure between my legs, the burning fire of my nipples erupting on my chest, pussy juices superheated like lava flow copiously down my thighs. I have been used and I love being used. Wrapped in shame I flee back to the house, rivulets of sweat trickle down my torso leaving blackened dust trails in their wake, my face is coated. .." It's time you did, sweetie. That thing you went to the other day with Margo? Where you fucked so much that you've had to soak in my tub for two fucking days? Where you had a full-on screaming orgasm. or several, in front of men and women you never met before? Keep in mind, that not too long ago, women like you and I, who like to have sex and don't apologize for it, would have been burned as witches. The Jews didn't do that, but we would have been cast out from our families and our. She kept growling, though an occasional yelp would burst from her lips as well. Pussy juice meandered through the creases in my balls.Cookie followed Mom’s movements with perfect precision, keeping her fingers flashing over Mom’s clit. She let go of Mom’s tit, letting both of them swing wildly from her frantic motion.I saw Mom’s cheeks flush at about the same time as a wicked itch shot all through my cock. I clenched my teeth and steeled my will, trying not to come before she did.Mom. Janet must have heard me because she covered her mouth to stifle a lƒaugh."Do you still have the massage oil sampler I gave you?" I asked her."Did you give me that stuff because you were hoping..." No! Dammit!" I threw my backpack on the ground. "You're gay; I get it. It's a nice kit. I figured girls, together, massage oil, maybe she hadn't ever gotten massage." Oh!" Janet's eyes lost focus. "Does that work?" I don't know," I said. "You have a better chance with girls than I do." Excuse me.".